I slowed down and watched as they all entered through the unlocked front door. I stopped in the middle of the street, not knowing what to do, but I co...ldn’t stand not being there and seeing my mother raped. I turned around and returned to my house, parked and went inside.As soon as I went inside, I could hear Mom screaming and fighting but Jake’s voice was the loudest.“Accept it whore. It’s going to happen. Tell us how much you want it whore. Say it. Beg for our cocks whore. Tell us what you. My arms could 'jiggle' on the armrests, which I doubted would scare the baddies into phoning the cops to surrender. I was securely restrained and unless something changed, totally fucked.After using NP to thoroughly feel the chair, chain and what little of the bare concrete floor that was within my proximity range, I ran out of things to check. I thought to turn off my headache control to see if it was better yet, which immediately resulted in me deciding to turn it back on again. I felt around. It’s going to slide deep into you and you’re going to love it. But first you need to lube it up, come on Dick rub the oil in and stroke me, just like you stroke yourself ”.Dicks face crumpled, and for a moment I felt sorry for him, but then I remembered how much misery he had caused me and I hardened my voice.‘C’mon, rub it, here’s the lube’ I handed him the small bottle, ‘rub it in.’I waited, not sure of what I would do if he refused, but I was so turned on myself, I’d have to do something. He. Most people on dating sites are fairly careful; the Internet is still a new technology, whether we like it or not, and people are wary of being bilked, tricked, misled, finagled and otherwise presented with foul play. I don't blame them. The first time I met an Internet acquaintence in person I was sixteen, and even at that young age I was aware of how easy it is to mislead people over the net. I was right, too; my friend was not the long-haired, confident teenager I'd envisioned, he was my.